I found the words I was looking for
tucked away inside the attic,
between the nineteen-twenties bicycle pump
that might one day come in handy
and the vinyls we’d inherited
without anything to play them on.
I peeled them from their hiding place,
shook the dust loose
to gain a better look.
Decided to keep them for a rainy day,
and pressed their petals between the pages
of yet another notebook.
When the freezer broke
poems of you came flooding free.
I didn’t know
that was where I’d stored them.
Perhaps I’d been trying, much like always,
to keep them from going bad.
Sun-baked and burnt,
stories of another world
crawled across the decking like ants
in neat lines of black type,
each bearing the weight
of a word count five times their size.
Halfway through the washing
was the character I’d been waiting for.
Curled inside the flannel,
I almost felt guilty for shaking her free
when her elbows clacked against her knees
all limbs and adventures
tangled up as one.
One day, I worry,
all the hiding spots will run dry.
There will be no more words to find
no matter how much I may try
and the notepads will have only petals
where once there was ink
and the keyboard will sit silent
where once I could make it sing.
I decided to just see where tonight’s prompt took me for the dVerse Poets Pub’s Met The Bar Evening. I haven’t written a proper free write poem where I just spew words in a while so I thought I’d give it a go.
Carol J Forrester 
I for one am so happy you went free. This is a poem for all times and places and a reminder that the muse can spring her inspiration from every corner of the world we inhabit, those parts that are conscious and those which are not. So many lines to enjoy. A truly delightful read ( and listen)
I love your realistic look at what our poetic life is like, as well as what the future may hold for us. All the more reason to rage against the dark night ahead. I found your poems in the freezer most interesting.
dwight
I loved all those places the words were hiding and surprising you!
Sometimes you do find inspiration in the oddest of places
Beautiful imagery.
Thank you
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So glad you took the time to write this – some fine dusty images here – I liked the fifth stanza particularly, – “…when her elbows clacked against her knees / all limbs and adventures / tangled up as one.” Terrific.
I enjoyed the entire poem, Carol, but felt a pang when I read:
‘There will be no more words to find
no matter how much I may try
and the notepads will have only petals
where once there was ink
and the keyboard will sit silent
where once I could make it sing’.
I loved this poem. It spoke to me from a hiding place behind the couch cushion. I especially enjoyed, “When the freezer broke
poems of you came flooding free.”
I look forward to reading more of your poems.
Thank you for sharing.
I like the part when the freezer broke and the words flowed free.
All these hidden places..with hidden words- so delightful! Not to worry…words never end. 🙂